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Wake Up

I wrote Wake Up way back in the 55thandBrooklyn Seattle days. The lyrics deal with a crush I had at the time. I tried to focus on sleep patterns as a metaphor for thinking through my romantic situation. What do you use to wake up?

At the I sample The Beatles’ “Baby It’s You,” The sample appears at 0:53 in the Beatles track.

Wake up/ But it’s so hard to do/ The floor’s cold think I’ll stay up inside this dew/ This pillow provides more support than you/ And I’ll stay in bed till 6 in the afternoon/Wake up/ But it’s so hard to do/ The floor’s cold think I’ll stay up inside this dew/ This pillow provides more support than you/ And I’ll stay in bed till 5 in the afternoon/

These mind games she plays are amazing/ Every time I find gains turn out to be lies lately/ Been too many years/ Not to see it clear/ Though she might flirt and veer/ The thing is not changing/ Used to be long and lanky/ Now I got cheeks/ no exercise exacerbates angst greatly/ Painstakingly wait patiently by the phone/ Waste hours just watch Hoarders and drone/ But I swear to god I’m over it/ I entered this war alone/ And on my own/ I’m done with the soldering/ I don’t deserve it and neither do you/ As you fuck whoever cuz I’m tired and through

Wake up/ But it’s so hard to do/ The floor’s cold think I’ll live up inside this dew/ This pillow provides more support than you/ And I’ll stay in bed till 5 in the afternoon/ Just wake up/ But it’s so hard to do/ The floor’s cold think I’ll live up inside this dew/ This pillow provides more support than you/ And I’ll stay in bed till 5 in the afternoon/ I wake up

My invitations seems to be a game/ Imitations pixelated frames on your playstation tres/ She sees me in a friendly way/ And just seems to say things that a friend would say/ But I let the winks and smily faced texts get to me/ Stupidly imagine actions we don’t end up doing/ Telling myself lies as my mental health slides into fantasy attraction chosen so randomly/ No use looking for accuracy/ Cupid shoots and the damage done collaterally/ So if it wasn’t for this pen and this pad and this beat/ I would have been as sad as I was mad at seventeen/ Let’s get it all out and throw it on the table/ Don’t know if I loved her is a twenty year old able?/ But her burn once hurt so painful/ Until I turned the scar into my angel

Wake up/ But it’s so hard to do/ The floor’s cold think I’ll live up inside this dew/ This pillow provides more support than you/ As I’ stay in bed till 5 in the afternoon/Wake up/ But it’s so hard to do/ The floor’s cold think I’ll stay up inside this dew/ This pillow provides more support than you/ As I stay in bed till 5 in the afternoon/I Wake up

Reflection and Response

-P

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Patchwork: Jade Eyes

Patchwork: Jade Eyes

Jade Eyes

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us / These jade eyes  (x4)

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us/ One mind we design our own island/ Or so I thought as I thrust my paw on her/ Didn’t think that I could do her such dishonor/ Back away and I nod my head/ These pretty lights can really play and they’re rocking it/ And these kids eat it up like Lox and spread/ As the clock is lost and we forget our beds/ The jade eyes stay with me and I see her/ Kissing on the dude who arrived in the beamer/ Guess I had weak pop tonight Elisa Steamer/ The jade just caught the light and all disappears/ But she stays florescent cold as December in this northern state that’s the greyest in the hemisphere/ Just like lemmings I follow the trap/ Wonder if she gets off on withholding that vag because

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us / These jade eyes (x4)

Contradiction many been up her blouse/ But my fingers are some splinters she can do without/ This week’s been weak grime and grout/ Games every day every way tagged out/ But I’m glad for the no’s the strep and the colds/ The effect of the soul/ Is it’s left invincible/ Try me all you want these jade eyes still haunt me/ Thought if I got her I’d find some sense of belonging/ After the show all filed out to rides home/ Chose to feign fatigue said peace to the folks/ Got home restless with the image in my mind/ Of her curves her shirt and her perfect jade eyes/ And I dealt with it the only way I know how/ With the guitar and drums turned up way too loud/And as all else slept and tired of the bass/ In it’s beautiful hum I found a place

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us / These jade eyes (x4)

Jade Eyes is another classic original track from P. A deep story that’s woven through dope rhymes, wordplay and guitar. The hook on this track has always stuck with me – To me, P’s words and delivery in these lines express the core of what this song is about. Using acrylic paint on 4 rectangular pieces of plexiglass, I created Patchwork: Jade Eyes. I approached this project like a “sampling” project, chopping up the words from the hook into the different panes of plexiglass to create another flexible hook that expresses the original meaning in a new way…

Reflection and Response.

V.

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Patchwork: Untitled

Untitled 

Untitled is classic V- Attention to detail that conveys texture, feeling, and meaning. For me piece’s lines stretch into the past and demonstrate the power of Legacy.  For Patchwork Untitled I delved deep into the LIFESTYLE sample archives and found a track that V and I recorded back in the basement sessions at my parents house on Rose St, in Berkeley. Both the drums and the “organ” are from that period. The “organ,” is a sampled instrument from an early electric guitar part of mine.

Family/Generations.

Patchwork Untitled

Patchwork Untitled Acapella


One two three four

Everyday comes from 10,000 more

The family continues all through the lineage

Every single present’s connect to past millions

He stares head down/But no frown instead a smile/Imagines his seed’s achievements in miles away from where he toils each day/The night creeps up/He pees out green stuff/ This is enough/His shoulder gets bolder with every strike/No Folgers to ward off the latest of nights/This is today as the story I write/If it wasn’t for his spade/I wouldn’t have life/The present conditions are results of/Past decisions resolve so tough/That agrarian servant/Perhaps it was urban/ past pain joins today’s hurting/It’s all a current/As together we go/Lonliness lost in the family scrolls/Handed down from places so cold/Details forgot/But the struggle is known

One two three four

Everyday comes from 10,000 more

The family continues all through the lineage

Every single present’s connect to past millions

And they join together 1, 2, 3,4/Fists in the distance/Can still see more/ Moving tide/ Forever’s fact of life/Many times passed the mic/This story is ageless/This laptop was once pages/Before sound was translated/It was written in each language/Learned from the cave wall statements/This shit goes out to the Angulies and Mullers/And the names of my blood that time covers/And your people too/Generations of truth is the reason we get through current disputes/Smiles in the face of the burning sun/He’s got that ticket/Sister waits for him to come/ 200 years after the fact his offspring’s success validates sweat of the past

One two three four

Everyday comes from 10,000 more

The family continues all through the lineage

Every single present’s connect to past millions

Reflection and Response

-P

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The Patchwork Series: An Introduction

Welcome to the Patchwork Series! In this series we use earlier work to inspire new creations. This is collaboration through space but also through Medium. We’ll be collaborating from NYC to Madrid with V using a visual perspective to reflect and respond to P’s audio tracks and vice versa. For example, on our first patchwork series V is creating an all new graphic piece based off of P’s The City Swells. We look forward to expanding our craft with this series. As always, thank y’all so much for riding with us!!!

-P and V

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Patchwork: Landscape

Landscape

Patchwork: Landscape.

For this patchwork I used a sample recorded back in Berkeley from a nearly forgotten session with some old friends. I found an accordion track that seemed to go with the idea of the bicycle journey. I wrote the lyrics the next day (January 30th post day). V’s piece uses motion is such interesting ways- both the narrative and detail of V’s piece stuck out to me and were influences on this patchwork.

Full track

Instrumental

A Capella

Patchwork: Landscape

A friend said they look something like mountains/ obstacles to get around in/ a hill of wheels/ peaks an valleys/ bars and steel/ falling freely/ the feeling of a thousand movements suddenly still/

He said he’ll never again depict bicycles/Minute curves made many lights dull/Into morning/He’s pouring over each individual frame/3 panels later the piece became/What it is today/

Off in the dusk/ Johnny gets up/ Brushes off his must/Hops on two wheels starting to rust/ Heads downtown because it’s market day/ Grabs his mackerel two jars of lard mayonnaise/ Sets up his stand right by the French fry place/ Amsterdam’s morning hours are an early grey/ These surly markets will surely pay/ For a fresh fish sandwich that he’s still learning to make/

To the Southeast/ The second prayer is sounding/ Sarah peddles between beggars and sheiks/ Already the second quarter she’s missing her team/ Qualifying for championships/Rides her 6 speed over the mountain back to her crib/ Fast as shit/ Shifts to evade pebbles/Her gown nestles / Her nerves/If they score she needs it that’s passion for sure/ Cousin sees her fly fast a blur/ Blurts out Salam in time for the third/

A friend said they look something like mountains/ Obstacles to get around in/ A hill of wheels/ Peaks an valleys/ Bars and steel/ Falling freely/ The feeling of a thousand movements suddenly still/

He said he’ll never again depict bicycles/ Minute curves made many lights dull/ Into morning/ He’s pouring over each individual frame/ 3 panels later the piece became/ What it is today/

Back in Seattle/ Northwest’s saddle/ Steve’s done working/ He straddles the lake path’s rambles/ Got miles turned up with Chet Baker on the way/ Goddamn these Husky fans sure crowd up Montlake/ As he turns up that hill on forty-fifth/ Burning in his legs lets him know he’s still fit/ Prefers this to constraints of his car/ Gets home stows the Bianci in the backyard/ Feet up opens that peanut jar/

Joanna in the city where Steve’s bikes are spinning/ In the plant where this week her hours way past 60/ Used to make Ipads till her friend started feeling shitty/ Now can’t move her hands just turned 15/ Lives on the facility/ Her faculty is limited to assembling the same 4 millimeter part times infinity/ But she remembers when she arrived here on her two wheels/ Proud with work she can provide her own meals

A friend said they look something like mountains/ Obstacles to get around in/ A hill of wheels/ Peaks an valleys/ Bars and steel/ Falling freely/ The feeling of a thousand movements suddenly still/

He said he’ll never again depict bicycles/ Minute curves made many lights dull/ Into morning/ He’s pouring over each individual frame/ 3 panels later the piece became/ What it is today/

-P

-Reflection and Response.

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Patchwork: The City Swells

Patchwork: The City Swells

The City Swells

In this European capital invaded by lights/ Travelers who have taken flights to come and see the sights/ The crowd swells to dangerous heights/ In the distance street performer yells “That’s all for tonight.”/ Santa’s sleigh on display various nights/ Parents brave the cold with jackets and tights/ Earmuffed Munchkin children hold on tight/ This city’s alight

I walk gingerly/ On this history/ These streets a mystery/ What happened here and when?/ Centuries of women and men/ Holidays spent in different fashion Ramadan back then/ Then the Christian kings established the crown/ And the lights went up and never came down/ Today’s the same way a slightly changed town/ These streets fit for horses not porches you find now

So I live in this city that slowly becomes mine/ Discovering places I’m still waiting to find/ No distractions of home memory clouds the mind/ Watch friend’s successes look how far they climb!/ And in such a short time/ Congrats on the victories/ I know we’d rise to infamy/ In our prime/ And while I keep busy I find I miss you/ i hope you’re missing me/ Sometimes

P hit us with The City Swells back on December 5, 2011 in Callao, Madrid – an original, perceptive, and deep track, to say the least!! When I sat down to create my Patchwork piece, I aimed to capture and interpret what The City Swells really meant. I went through a process of deconstructing P’s written lyrics, his a Capella recording, and finally the full track that I re-posted at the top of this post. For a couple hours deep into the night, before I even got to working on my final piece, I listened and analyzed this track over and over, trying to re-create “the city,” thoughts, and feelings P expressed through his work. Through 3 initial studies on 18″x24″ newsprint where I just put down images, words, and gestures that I felt were central to P’s track, I gradually built up developed my ideas, and using india ink, oil pastel, and white watercolor paint, I created Patchwork: The City Swells.

Reflection and Response.

V.

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Feature: Claudia Rojas

Claudia Rojas is a true craftsperson. Growing up in Argentina and Uruguay, Claudia studied various creative mediums including voice. Choosing to pursue her education at the University of San Andrés in Buenos Aires, Argentina, she continued to use music and performance as Refection and Response. She played briefly in a group with Peter called Harold and the Gauchos, see The City and Solitude. Claudia has recently graduated and now works for the historic Teatro Colon and assists with Classical performances. Peep the interview to see a unique youthful perspective on the realities of Classical performance in the contemporary world!

(Reflection and Response) is a very creative process that involves seeking messages in things that might not necessarily speak to us.

Leading off with some basics, where are you from? And where are you at?

 CR: I am from Buenos Aires and I still live in Buenos Aires.

 What does Reflection and Response mean to you?

CR: Reflection and Response could mean many things, however, should I try to reduce the meaning it to its bear essentials, I would place such a meaningful thing in the productive interaction between a human mind and anything else. It is a very creative process that involves seeking messages in things that might not necessarily speak to us.

 It seems we cannot bear to live in a meaningless world, and so, we engage in conversation with anything in the same way a little girl does so with her seated bears at her tea party: pouring out the faint infusion and happy with the endearing delusion that things are put out there for a reason.

 Now I could go on about the incredibly creative process that is the engagement between two or more minds in naturally dysfunctional conversation, but a lot has been said about the destiny of anyone to be misunderstood. What interests me, rather, is what happens when someone reflects and responds to something someone made a long time ago, especially when that something is artistic. I believe it is then that we become those furry things that, in stillness, we feel the warmth of the calling from a vessel that remains true, and all that we’ve been handed at one glance, or hearing, is a cup.

 How does your work at ISA Teatro Colón fit in with that definition?

CR: The greatest challenge of any opera theatre is to keep opera, ballet and symphonic music alive and current. You must encourage, in the words of this interview, reflection and response between artists and the general public.

What makes this challenge difficult? There has been a great divide between art and the public. Centuries ago, art and public sensibility were much more connected through the understanding of the sacred. There’s a ritualistic side to art that was understandable sometime ago thanks to religion and the aperture to a more symbolic life. Contemporary life has diluted such sensibility; indeed, there’s been a lot of talk about art’s death through its loss of aural qualities.  Art has become so conceptual in some ways that it runs the risk of thinking itself purely divine instead of a humble representation of something much greater.

This doesn’t mean I’m saying that art has lost its power at all, but I can think of examples in which artists have become irresponsible. Art in general has become so plural and so hard to keep track of that one needs institutions to show us different narrative paths to art, just like one needs writers/journalists/historians to understand what has happened so far in any national or international setting.

 Places like Museums or Theatres have the great challenge of coordinating sensibilities pertaining to different intellects, imaginations and times.  They remind us that there is an emotional parity between different people that express such sensibility in different artistic currency. But people are not wrong in feeling intimidated; we do tend to appreciate some more than others.

 Who or what inspires you?

 CR: The idea that there is so much work to be done!

 Is there anything else you would like the Collective to know?

 CR: Yes. I am no one to tell you what art is or is supposed to be. My impressions of the art world are quite personal.

 Shout out to/ Thanks to…?

CR: I would like to thank Peter for inviting me to participate in this amazing blog. He has been the only person that has persuaded me to publish anything this year. I’m sure there’s quite a bit of talent in achieving that.

Reflection and Response.


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PETER MULLER LIVE LRR

Friday January 27th 2012 is the date of my first show here in Madrid. I will be performing originals tracks featured on the LIFESTYLE, such as Jade Eyes, in addition to covers with some talented vocalists. We are also supplying the PA for the show as well as the microphones and cables. We’re turning a room of the Anglet Cafe in Madrid into our own performance space in Reflection and Response fashion. Anglet Cafe gigs hopefully will be a regular occurrence and feature performances from other local artists and new LRR #Collective members.

 

Peep the Facebook event page for more info:

http://www.facebook.com/events/283765688343885/

 

The above flier was finished by V late Monday night. Using only 2 permanent markers, he was able to include a whole array of brushstrokes, from the razor thin border to the block letters of my name, to the central piece of the name of the cafe complete with shadowing and subtle textures. When I ask V to help out with publicity for shows It’s always dope to see what he comes up with.  He included both Spanish and English and threw up the LIFESTYLE along with the info for the gig.

LRR LIVE @the Anglet Cafe in Madrid.

-Reflection and Response

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These People Are My People: A Story

The Organ Song/ Tools of the Trade

This week’s original post is a collaboration between V and P. Back in the Basement of the 55thandBrooklyn house in Seattle, P wrote a tune with a story. V later wrote up the lyrics on parchment and together the two pieces “The Organ Song,” and “Tools of the Trade,” become These People Are My People: A Story.

Instrumental

Acapella

Full Track

Lyrics

Reflection and Response.

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The Lay of the Land

the LIFESTYLE has been low key for a few weeks and we hope everyone has had a great start to the new year! We are continuing to strive to be a place for dialogue and thoughts of Reflection and Response. Our weekly schedule has changed a bit so here’s the breakdown for the LIFESTYLE moving forward:

Mondays: Original work from Peter and Vicken

Thursdays: Snapshots from the Collective

Fridays: Fridays will alternate each week between Talk of the Town (Discussion Questions from the Collective) and our continuing Feature series of collective members and their work.

Meanwhile, on the Twitter we will be continuing Peter’s Saturday Flows From Madrid (SFFM) as well as throwing up thoughts, articles, and quotes that connect with Reflection and Response. We will also be shouting out RR Artists of the Week, linking to influential craftspeople whose work inspires us.

With the new elements of Snapshots from the Collective and Talk of the Town we will be looking forward to email submissions from Collective members. Snapshots consists of photographs that people want to get out there and share. Talk of the Town consists of Discussion Questions focusing on any topics interesting to any viewer that feels like it can spark dialogue. Photographs and questions should be sent to the LIFESTYLE’s email at: the.lifestyle.rr@gmail.com. One photo will be posted each week and a question will be posted every two weeks, with dialogue following up in the comments sections. Come one come all!!

the LIFESTYLE’s power lies in its collective; a communal place whose axiom of Reflection and Response drives creativity, collaboration, and dialogue.

Reflection and Response.

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